I'm glad you've written this piece Jane. I agree entirely with your poem which is why I gave up driving over twenty years ago...mind you cars do come in handy at times, but only if my partner is driving.

Ha, yes it's nice to be driven. Trouble is everything is geared towards the car, all these out of town shopping centres that were the first step in killing off the high street. Public transport where I live not up to much either.

The trouble is that the driving is destroying lush forests. The more people run away the less there is to escape to. The last verse is so hopless, a life that started off aiming at the stars can't reach them and becomes debris which brings down those hopeful ones coming after

So true Di_Hard. I wonder what will replace the car in the future, maybe something worse, I hope not. I seem to live in an area full of aggresive drivers and people who measure their own worth by the value of the car of their drive. Give me the forest any day of the week.

It seems like a metaphor of the rat-race of living with material goals that are so elusive and unfulfiling, and the independence of one's own car giving a fragile feeling of success and wealth and freedom temporarily. Rhiannon

Thanks for picking this theme up and writing with it, Jane. So true. Cars compartmentalise people and encourage the now largely pointless vestige of murderous competition that's within us all. Bus and metro for me.

Good for you Parson, very wise. I can often see the murderous intentions on their faces and also the pitiful pride on the faces of people who drive about in the shiny, expensive metal boxes. Thanks for commenting.